Stupid is as Stupid does

I’m probably singing to the choir, but I’m going to say — flat out — Canada is extraordinary.  It’s unique.  It’s exceptional.  Our country sits on the pinnacle of what nations have been trying to achieve ever since Hammurabi went to Law School.  We’ve got so much stuff we don’t even know what to do with half of it.  We’ve got stuff we just look at.  We throw away more stuff than a lot of other countries have to begin with.  And we’re stinkin’ rich, too — not just Bill Gates rich, either.  We could buy Gates and make him tapdance at birthday parties if we wanted to.  When you’re born in Canada, you’re already worth $40,000 — and that’s just for showing up.  Several years ago, Jean Chretien’s government lost (LOST!) a billion dollars, and nobody cared.  Jean just told Parliament he’d look around for it.  He never did find it, but still — nobody cared.   Canadians are so outrageously wealthy we don’t even take our money seriously.  We call it “the Loonie,” for Christ sake.

So, you’re probably wondering, why, if we have all this stuff and we’re so rich, how come we have poor people and homeless people and bad roads and huge taxes and all the other crap we have to put up with every day?  Simple answer?  We’re stupid.  And we’re not just “I lost my keys on the bus” stupid, either; we’re “Other countries are laughing at us” stupid.  If Dumb-Ass were an Olympic event, Canada would literally own the podium.  We’ve had so much money for so long that we don’t even bother keeping track of it, anymore.  For example, we just gave over $9,000.00 to a convicted cop-killer because the prison guards violated his civil rights by making him stand during roll call.  And do you know that Canada owns a huge apartment in Paris?  If you’re an artist who knows the right people, you can go live there — for nothing — and the Canadian taxpayer will pick up the tab.  These are just two teeny examples.  There are tons more because — believe it or not — we actually pay people hundreds of thousands of dollars every year to go to work and figure out ways to give our money away.  And here’s the knee to the groin: they are probably the most efficient government department we have because we give away (GIVE AWAY!) hundreds of millions of dollars every year.  Pretty stupid, huh?  Maybe, but merely giving our money away is not the stupidest thing Canadians do – not by a long shot. 

In all of human history, since the very first person walked on two legs, Canada is the only country ever, which actually gives money to people who want to destroy it.  Every year, all of us proud Canadians, who wave the flag, sing the song and kinda like the country we live in, give a couple of million dollars in political subsidies to the Bloc Quebecois, whose avowed purpose on earth is to destroy Canada.  Think about it.  Now imagine the conversation between two Afghanis in Kandahar when a Canadian soldier walks by.

“Who’s that guy?”
“He’s a Canadian.”
“What he like?”
“He’s a nice guy, but he’s stupid.”
“I thought the Americans were stupid?”
“Not as stupid as this guy.  He’s so stupid, while he’s away, he’s paying people to wreck his country.”
“What?  Doesn’t he like his country?”
“No, he loves it.  You should hear him talk about it.  He wishes he was there, right now.”
“Is there something wrong with his country?”
“Nope, not a thing.  It’s a great place.  In fact, people from all over the world are clamoring to get in.”
“Wow!  That is stupid.”
“Told ya.”

Variations on this conversation are going on all over the world.  The major difference is the Afghanis are at least polite enough not to pee their pants laughing.  Just imagine what guys like Berlusconi are saying about us.  It’s no wonder nobody takes Canada seriously anymore.  Quite frankly, how could they?  Giving tax money to the Bloc Quebecois is like Louis XVI of France saying to Robespierre, “Look, Maximilien! I know you’re broke but I’m going to give you a couple of million francs every year so, some day, you can start the French Revolution and eventually cut off my head.”  What Cloud Cuckcooland have we fallen into?

And to put some icing on the Stupid Cake, there has never been a major protest against this lunacy — anywhere — from sea to shining sea.  In fact, there are people in this country who defend political subsidies because they say they’re “Good for democracy.”  I have no idea how that works.  From my point of view, people who want to destroy the close to 200 years of hard work it took to get us all this cool stuff aren’t good for very much, and paying them to do it is just – well – stupid. 

But — politics aside — let’s just look at the money.  Taxpayers pay $27 million in political subsidies every year.  That’s chump change to the Canadian government.  However, if we were to take all that money and buy chicken, we could give a 10-piece bucket to over 10,000 homeless people every day, forever – for all eternity.  And I imagine with an order that big, KFC would throw in the Pepsi.  So, who needs the money more: Gilles Duceppe or that kid digging in your dumpster?  Think about it.

There’s a War Going on

Okay, boys and girls: put away the chocolate and pour out that old, dead champagne.  Christmas is over and we’ve rung in the New Year.  Now, it’s time to get serious again, and, as my old buddy Eldridge used to say, “You’re either part of the problem or you’re part of the solution.”

As anybody who hasn’t been in a Jack Daniels coma for the last 20 years knows, there’s a war going on in Canada.  It’s a nasty little bush war.  There are no front lines and the combatants don’t wear uniforms, but the casualties are real and there are snipers everywhere.  The Government forces control the cities, the institutions and the media, but the countryside and the internet are alive with insurgents.  A virtual Civil War is being fought ruthlessly in Cyberspace and beyond, all across the country.  Canada’s Ancien Regime, established 40 years ago by Pierre Trudeau, is under attack by a loose coalition of brave rebels whose only weapons are words and ideas.  The Government and their collaborators want to maintain the status quo and the power that goes with it.  The rebels want the freedom they were promised.  They want to enjoy the harvest of their hard work.  They don’t want 80% of the resources given to 20% of the people.  They want to restore common sense and put an end to the unholy fear that Politically Correct generates.  They want a voice that isn’t manipulated by lazy journalists or shouted down by special interest groups.  And they want the future.  They want it to reflect the unique Canadian experience that produced this country.  They don’t want it squandered by short-sighted, flavour-of-the-week activists or the petty politicians who pander to them.

2010 was just one year in this long and arduous fight.   Here’s how some of it went:

We’re winning the War on Christmas.  “Merry Christmas” signs are back in a few shop windows.  Don’t get complacent, though: Happy Holidays guerrillas are still lurking out there.  Intimidation still stalks the land.  Store clerks still laugh nervously and look over their shoulders at the mere mention of the “C” word.  We can’t claim victory until that fear is washed from their tiny little part-time faces.

Unfortunately, our strongest street fighter, Humour, is still on Life Support.  As you recall, Humour was ambushed by the Loud and Proud crowd a couple of years ago and has been in Intensive Care ever since.  Jokes are strictly monitored, and observational humour is restricted to sex, kids and Sarah Palin.  Maybe, if each one of us could be just a little more irreverent in the new year, it would go a long way to help Humour recover. 

Our universities are still under the heel of the Army of the Politically Correct.  These bastions of intolerance are heavily fortified, and it may take as long as a generation for new ideas to breach their walls.  Just a reminder: free speech is strictly forbidden at Canadian universities, so don’t go there alone.  Campus security cannot guarantee your safety.   Canadian author Christine Blatchford and American nutbar Ann Coulter were both howled down by academic mobs this last year.

The Winter Olympics in Vancouver were a great success, and, for 17 days in February, we were all citizens of our country, not just clients of the government.  It showed, beyond all argument, that Canadians don’t need legislation to be Canadian – just ice and snow.

The dark shadow of the Canadian Inquisition still hangs heavy over our land, the tribunals are busy and the show trials continue.  The Inquisitors are bold and brutal, despite being soundly defeated a couple of times recently.  This shows just how much naked power they wield.  Their hunt for heretics is relentless, so don’t give them an excuse.  Manipulate language to your advantage, not theirs; they are easily fooled.  And remember, informers are everywhere.

The national NDP have been lying low all year, hoping to cash in on the Liberals’ imminent implosion.  Jack Layton’s has been saying little and looking wise.  He’s fooling some of the people some of the time, so remain vigilant — he has to open his mouth eventually.  Thank God the BC New Democrats showed their true colours when 13 malcontents brought out the knives and went Julius Caesar on Carole James.  Obviously their “new” democracy doesn’t actually include the concept of a simple majority — one of the foundations of the old democracy we’ve been living with for the last 800 years.

Naheed Nenshi turned politics on its ear in Calgary.  Without traditional support or media coverage, he took his campaign directly to the people.  He was supposed to be blown out of the water by the established candidates.  However, he showed what hard work and word of mouth can do and how contagious optimism can be.  He surprised everybody — except his supporters – when he was elected mayor.  It was a great victory.

Meanwhile, in T.O. the people had to either elect Rob Ford or call in Dr. Kevorkian.  We can only hope this is a bridgehead into Fortress Toronto.

But best of all, it’s 2011 now, and those old-fashioned ideas from 1969 are another year older, a little more tired and the bullies from the Baby Boom are one step closer to losing their chokehold on our society.

Good Night and Good Luck

How Edward the mouse found Christmas

It was one night from Christmas, and Edward the mouse

Was dreaming mouse dreams in his tiny mouse house.

He dreamt of his presents tucked under the tree:

A skateboard, an iPad and a Playstation 3

Some new Uggs, Adidas and Old Navy jeans,

Just like all of the ads that he’d seen on TV

Little mouse trains and hi-def PVRs

Posters and iPods and little mouse cars.

He snuggled in bed as on his dream went,

For his e-mail to Santa had been promptly sent.

And to help Santa’s weight, he left five carrots sticks

And sugar-free soda to wash them down with.

Now Edward the mouse wasn’t greedy, you see,

Edward by Lady C

But he’d been a good mouse (or at least, tried to be)

He’d done everything right and taken great care.

Now Christmas was here and he wanted his share.

Then the digital clock that sat by his head

Shone midnight, and Edward awoke in his bed.

The oddest of sounds, thought Edward, and then

He listened quite hard and he heard it again.

It sounded like someone was out by the tree,

So Edward got out of his bed just to see.

He tiptoed around and he took just one peek

And what he saw there would make any mouse squeak:

Santa Claus! – was holding one carrot stick out

To one of his reindeer who chomped it right down

“Oh my Gosh!” said Edward the mouse right out loud

When Santa heard that – well, he turned right around

Edward by Lady C

And said, “What have we here?  A mouse has slipped in.”

And the reindeer walked over and casually sniffed him.

Now Edward was frightened – he felt rather sick,

But Santa said, “Thank you for these carrot sticks.

My reindeer quite like them, as you probably know.

Myself, I like milk and fudge Oreos.

Now Edward mouse, you should be in your bed,

Not sneaking around here and squeaking instead.

But since you’re awake, come here and you’ll see

What present I’ll leave for you under the tree.”

Then Santa reached over and pulled from his sack

Gourmet Cheese in the Holiday Pack!

It had Muenster and Gouda and Natural Swiss

And one small salami (for flavour, I guess)

Edam and cheddar and something called Brie,

And little wheat crackers to go with the cheese.

It was wonderfully made and wrapped ever so nice,

Especially packaged for yuppies — and mice.

But Edward the mouse just stood there in shock.

This was nothing his little mouse mind ever thought:

No iPod?  No skateboard?  No Playstation 3

So where was his Smart Phone? Oh, what could this mean?

He’d been a good mouse (or at least, tried to be.)

This was supposed to be Christmas all magic and dreams,

And Edward the mouse didn’t know what to say.

But Santa Claus smiled in his own special way.

He looked down at Edward and patted his head,

Twinkled his eyes, and quietly said,

“I know that you’ve seen all those ads on TV,

But what would a mouse do with Old Navy jeans?

The legs are too long and the pockets too deep.

Now I have to go, and you have to sleep

And on Christmas morning, Edward the mouse,

Got out of his bed in his tiny mouse house.

He ran for the tree and looked at his cheese

And never could ever a mouse be so pleased:

‘There’s more than enough cheese for me,” Edward said

Edward by Lady C

“I’ll take it all out and share with my friends!

I’ll give them the Gouda, and Edam is nice.

Oh, they’ll be so pleased; they’ll be such happy mice!”

So he grabbed all the cheese and he left — just like that

(Of course, he remembered his coat and his hat)

But as he rushed out with the cheese he would share,

He’d forgotten the stocking he’d hung with such care.

So happy to give, our mouse didn’t know

There was one mouse-sized skateboard tucked into the toe.

 Merry Christmas